#* 𝐀𝐑𝐂 : picard

[fatalelity]

@iamselfmade​ asked : There's a Space Voicemail left for Addison.

"H-Hey. Hey Mom. It's Hugh. It's a lot to explain, but my nanoprobes weren't inert. I'm back. I'm okay. I'm really shaken up but I'm okay. Um. I'm on a planet called Nepenthe. I borrowed an old friend's equipment to call you. Please call me back. I need to hear your voice. I love you. I'm sorry I got hurt. I was trying to protect my people. I love you, Mom."

beaming up after a three week vacation on risa —— she’s needed that since seven came to her steps whilst she was on qualor ii with her family.   risian mai-tai shattered on the floor as the news registers.  addison wanted to believe that seven was lying, that this was some sort of sick practical joke but she sensed no deceit ... only the same sorrow as her own. 

the following week she felt like a husk of her former self. 

her son died. her son died. her son died. 

for the next while she’s locked herself up in her quarters, crying & ruminating everything she didn’t do for him. oh god, she resented herself for being away for so long — she sent him off to school & the next moment? they were flung across the galaxy and missed seven years of his life. seven years! 

when she hears that telltale notification sound from the ships computer, she instinctively checks it, putting it on screen — voice only, huh? 

items in her hands drop at the sound of his voice — she gasps, falling onto her knees when he speaks. not even giving another thought to how she’s feeling, or how concerned her daughter, mallory looks at the sight of her own mother in tears and rattled —— addison lets out a shaky exhale. 

“   c-computer open up subspace frequencies a-and call hugh back.   ”